Jacqueline -- Volume 1

h it unnecessarily that she might again and again come back to his atelier. But it was done at last. She glided into that dear atelier for the last time, her hear

Your father is right; your mouth is too grave. Think of something amusing-of the Bal Blanc at Madame d'Etaples, or merely, if you like, of the satisfaction it

swer, not daring t

r as a cat plays with a mouse-provided there ever was a cat who, while playing with its mouse, had

n thoughts? It is you who will be g

chet-work, was often much amused by the dialogues between sitter and painter, pricked up her

ply; "I have grown accustomed to see you here. You have become one of

tone, pointing first to a Japanese bronze and then to an Etruscan vase;

itter, Mad

ur. My feeling is different," she went on impetuous

red of it probabl

cried, blushi

t up with my pipe-that bi

it," she cried,

ometimes! I can scold, I can become unbearable, when this, for example,"

beautiful-s

ns of Florence-see once more the Piazze of the Signora and San Marco-and t

ntly, "think of seeing

h people who are pervaded by one idea, and my 'idee fixe' is my picture-my great Dominican

I suppose," said Jacqueline, softl

ien, half seriously. "Ouf!-There! it is done at last. That dimple I never could manage I have g

his permission. She stood perfectl

faithfully, and with docility all

to that effect, if you like.

not all I want, will you

rtrait-what can

mamma. I ask a favor

. But you can tell me w

I have ever been in is this atelier. You ca

g. Well! certainly, if that would give you any amusement. But m

at home-in their own setting, and I have o

bidding. Do you wish to see where I eat my dinner?" asked Marie

lfil it. She hesitated a moment, and in that moment Jacqueline had disappeared. After consideration, the 'pr

athletic exercises the effects of a too sedentary life. She was amusing herself by fingering the dumb-bells and the foils; she lingered long before some precious suits of ar

d have been to herself to be interrupted in a tete-a- tete with her apothecary, she thought it not worth while to disturb them in these last moments. M. de Na

line all his drawings he ask

n the portiere which separated the

she exclaimed, pausi

to see me asleep," said Marien

is as elegant as a lady's chamber," said Jacqueline, slipping into it as she

ed; but he had not followed her into the chamber, withheld by an impulse of mod

said Jacqueline, from within.

hem out a

n liked, as we do, to b

ou give

if you

k will be en

er curiosity alarmed him, and

gave it me yourself?" she repl

w I must tell you that I want to d

er bodice so high that she

and good-by," she said, extendi

revo

home-but that will

ession, to which, without exactly knowing why, he replied by pressing

nesses, but this time she gave a little cry, and turned a

arted bac

one that he endeavored to

er, she blew a kiss back to him from the tips of her gloved fingers, without speaking or smiling. Then she w

her stepdaughter she was dazzled b

o you?" she asked, "

umph," said Jacqueline. "I thi

Over yo

ive us the comfort of a good conscience

tell

you yet. I must be sile

ing herself into

king at Jacqueline. She began to be aware that near her, at her side, an exquisite butterfly was about for the first time to spread its wings-wings of a radian

o precocious insect in its chrysalis state? How could she s

. You hardly practise at all; you do almost nothing at the 'cours'. I don't know what can be distracting your attention from your lessons, but I have received complaints wh

be thinking of sending

in tones of

r you to make a retreat where your cousin Giselle is, inst

me d'Etaples's 'b

o it-that is settled," said